University of California Los Angeles - Bruin Life / Southern Campus Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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CLASS OFFICERS Gertrude Ott, President. Bert M. Carner, Treasurer. Annabelle Mitchell, Vice-Prest. Ellice A Gill, Secretary.

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EDITORIAL To our dear friends of the Los Angeles Normal School we offer greetings in this little book. Keep it, and reread it once in a while, for you must not forget us — we can never forget you. The manv sentiments we have heard and read that graduating classes always give their schoolmates and teachers have usually filled us with a kind of pity, as we think, Just listen to their talk, when everyone knows they are full of joy because their work in school is over. We almost thought them hypocrites. Now our turn has come. For the first time we appreciate the thoughts and feelings of our predecessors, and as each day goes by they appeal to us yet more strongly. Oi course, we are glad we have succeeded in making of ourselves, or in letting others make of us, what we wish to be ; but we are sorry to leave our old friends, and to assume a greater responsibility than we have yet known. There have been many more things this term to affect the Seniors than is usual. Several of our friends in the faculty have left, and both Dr. Small and Miss Dunn have been ill. There were some things, however, that we could rejoice over, and most of the teachers have done their best to keep us happy, though busy. This applies particularly to Mr. Kirk. You can judge for yourselves, when you read our joshes. We want to give three cheers for our faculty, for it is the best in the land. All are more than teachers ; they are kind friends to each student. Remember this fact. Juniors, for they will help you make the most of vour opportunities, if you will only let them. Only too soon you will be where we are now, perhaps with regret that you have not always done the best you could, and certainly with regret that you must leave the school you have attended so long. This is not a sermon, so please do not take it as one. Just read it, and remember that we are sorry to leave you, and we want only to leave this book in your hands to amuse and remind you of the Summer Class of 1904. I. E. F.

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Sept. 4, 1903.— The saints be praised ! This day is over, and I ' m still alive to tell the tale, but that ' s about all. I feel as if a rag, a bone and a hank of hair is all there is left of me. Oh ! those miserable wretches ! I never knew what I was getting into, or I would never have been caught within a hundred yards of the Normal School. Etta Ayres said right along that she knezv what she was coming to — so when we heard the steady tramp, tramp of small feet down the hall she threw up her hands in abject despair and cried: Oh! girls! they ' re coming, they ' re coming! just as though it were a bloody band of hostile Hottentots swooping down upon us. Would that it had been the Hottentots ! Life would have been more pleasant for the time being. Some poor deluded educator of ancient days has advanced the insane theory that children are born good. I ' d give my kingdom to find that man. Yet I can see how he could be led into making such a rash statement, for the little rascals look innocent — they looked innocent todaj- — but they can ' t fool me ; the little scamps belie their looks. After my experience today, nothing can change my firm belief in original sin — I don ' t care what Milton, Rousseau, Pestalozzi or anyone else says to the contrary. I ' m not alone in my belief, eithej — there are just exactly fifty-five other Senior B ' s who are as firmly grounded as I. Ah ! me ! I sigh when I think of the lasting and unutter- able changes that have taken place in this short day. Just this morning I started out blithe and gaj — hadn ' t taught a day in my life — was a raw, inexperienced teacher. Tonight I feel as though I had taught for years and had enough experience to deserve a life diploma. The worst of it is that I am branded now. I shall always, always be a schoolma ' am — ■ they say one day marks you for life — that, no matter where you go or what you do, you will never, never get the marks of schoolma ' am rubbed off. Sept. 12. — They say there ' s a silver lining to every cloud. Seems to me it ' s just about time for the silver lining of this school teaching to put in its appearance. Been at it a week now, and must say I ' d just as soon preside over so many monkeys. The critic teacher hasn ' t been in yet. Thank heaven for that ! Sept. 29. — School teaching is the greatest fun! The critics are really jolly. Not what I expected at all. Ihe children are just too cute for anything. Just this morning an infant came running up with a gelatinous mass in his hand, crying out : Oh, teacher, do look at my pollywog seeds ! I found them in the pond. The other morning, after we had finished